Going on a date with a poet

One day, he swore,he would explore the west, track the settled sun until it surrendered to the blind-black sky, then follow its path by its reflection in the moon and stars. I shall be a solarnaut, a helionaut, an explorer of the wildest west, where the rivers meet the sanded sea, and the animals finally swim to their nirvana, eyes wide open to the shining ribbon on the squid-ink sea.

Well, I think the light over the gasworks is pretty neat, I said, regretting again going on a date with a poet.

The longer the sun (summer equinox 19)

The longer the sun is in the sky,
the longer you are not here.

When the world is dark from end to end,
the hills shoulder-firm against the rising of the light,
the space where you are not is dull.

But in the light,
shadows sharp-lined across the floor and sheets,
the emptiness is marked.

Though hope may be,
you lack.